Dear Buddha, I’d Like A Pony And A Plastic Rocket

Ever just toss and turn? Can’t get comfy enough to go to sleep? Then when you do manage to fall asleep, your dreams are so active that you can’t actually tell if you’re just thinking while you sleep or having a bad tuna dream. ARRG! So now I am up drinking green tea. I’ve already cleaned out the fire place and got a fresh pyramid of flames going; which are now slowly warming up the living room. Mmmmm… So fire + warm green tea = good so far. Tormented the cats *check* Parakeets fed *check* Cats tormented more *check* Looked for more jobs *check* Put together semi-lucid thoughts for blog = I’m working on it!

So, Dear Buddha, I’d like a pony and a plastic rocket. If you’re any kind of a Firefly/Serenity fan, you’ll know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t heard of Firefly or the movie Serenity, then y’all need to get out from under your rock and find the series and the movie. Watch the Firefly series first though, it’s not necessary in the big scheme of things, but it helps make the movie that much more enjoyable. BTW, for friends and family, we usually have viewing privileges for a small fee of pop corn and chocolate tolls. The cats are just a perk for your viewing pleasure! This time of year also includes a warm glowing fireplace, but I’m sure we’ll put you to work for firewood chopping either in the garage or out on the patio. Complete your viewing marathon with tasty tea or coffee bevies! There many flavors and varieties to choose from. I could even be bribed to make some Turkish Coffee as well, but that involves buying me dinner or pie from Julie’s Ranch House.

So no new job prospects yet. Julie is allowing me to come back to work for the restaurant, but not sure how fast that will help out or not. I can file for unemployment starting the 30th this month. Not sure how that will help either. The formula for figuring out how much money you get each week is not conducive to paying the bills! It’s something like the average of the highest paid quarter of the previous 12 months. Hmmm, if you mainly had unemployment bennies as your main income the first 6 months of the year, it’s not looking like you’ll get to maintain the same benefit amount the following year. Slowly dwindling down your income to the minimum benefit of a whole whopping $50 a week! Arrg!

So sometime after the first of the year, I get to do some skills testing for Subaru. I’ve made it to the second phase so far, have to complete the second phase, but that’s scheduled for the 3rd of January. Yippy! After that, I’m sure there’s going to be more fun to be had. It’s not a job I really care to have in the long run, but a short term fix would be most helpful to me. Then again, I have a bachelor’s degree. I would hope that counts for something in a place like that. I can even type; I can be a helpful office monkey. Office work = a job I wouldn’t mind having. I’m a trainable monkey as far as they’re concerned; just like the 10,000 + other applicants out there hoping to get into Subaru. Joyeeeeeeeeee!

Meanwhile, I continue to work on hourly stuff on the side in order to make ends meet. I have a small amount of leeway with it, but there’s not much of a margin for screwing around or the bills just don’t get paid and then I’m not a happy camper and then I’m cranky and then poor Adam has to deal with the crankiness and the bitchiness. I suppose there is the added benefit of occasional cuddles and dinner cooked when he gets home from work, but even that gets old when I’m cranky and bitchy and grumbly.

Time to go “work” now, make more tea, then work. NEED MORE CAFFEINE! =)

Tammolly ~In a funk

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin...

Christmas Kryptonite NO FRIGGEN $$$$$$!!!!!!!!!!

So here's something that just popped into my head. (Thank you Katiefucious. I credit her with this bit of thinking today.) I have managed to avoid the Christmas humdrum and feeling like an unemployed Grinch. Watched something on the science channel while in the kitchen making pop tarts... and they said that an estimate of the number of families in the world, and giving Santa 48 hrs to complete his task (because he’s smart and goes against the rotation of the earth er. . .I think. . .) It left Santa something like 1/5000th of a second to stay at each house, and he would be traveling ridiculously fast, like Mach 650. Then some scientist got on and started talking about singularity bubbles around Santa. EH?! So I wrote some sort of poem…. Have fun! And HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Or some canned response to whatever heck you celebrate.

Happy masks
Carved upon the holiday faces
How did Santa get from here to there?
Weren’t we just at that other mall?
Is he a magical man?
Is he related to Superman?
SUPERMAN!
Urine soaked diapers and snot nosed screamers
Kryptonite for even the most stout of schleps in a red fat suit
Prezzies under the yuletide bush
Dysfunctional Xmas pasts soon forgotten
Poor grandma and that silly reindeer
Just like gifts of ugly jumpers and knickers
There’s no place like home


Tammolly ~ Waiting the spiff times of employment to kick in damnit.

(NO IDEA WHY BLOGGER INSISTS ON DOUBLE SPACING MY SIGNATURE)

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom

And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel

I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin...

Hate Being Sick

Friday!!!! 12-8 This is a multi-part blog. Ugh, the flu sucks ass. Getting over the flu for the most part, then having Niagara Falls set up shop in your sinuses blows. Literally, I think I’ve managed to kill a small evergreen forrest’s worth of Kleenex this morning alone. Poor trees! *sniffle* *hack* *cough* This is the first day I’ve felt much better physically though. Yeah, the first two days were mainly in bed unconscious, buried under blankets, and sipping from a water bottle with a heating pad on my feet to keep the icicle feeling away. *ugh* This of course was after the barf fest that began initially. Could have been worse, throw up once, one big ten minute bout, then done. It could have been 2-4 days worth of that, plus the rest of the aforementioned misery. I remember getting flu in middle school, it happened right at spring break that year. I spent my whole week eating honey tea and saltines on the couch. I didn’t even watch TV, I just laid there praying for a coma because maybe the vomiting would stop so I could sleep. I lost 15 pounds that week!

Subliminal messages were in my head for those initial two days me thinks. I partly slept with the television on just for the sake of having noise and incase I wanted to stare at the glowing television hovering on the wall while I rolled over in achy agony. Once I woke up, breaking the fever and chills. I mumbled to Adam that I wanted pizza. Some time later, he asked me several times what kind I wanted, felt like an hour had gone by before I mumbled pepperoni…. Pan…. Pepperoni Pan Pizza…. Pizza Hut. Deliver. Zonk…. The next thing I know, VOILA, pizza arrives and I snarf down three pieces of pizza. I realized I hadn’t eaten in nearly two days. It tasted like crap of course, taste buds were fried from fever induced coma. So I remembered those days when I was a kid everything tasted like shit when you were sick. OH! And the medicine tasted worst then.

Saturday! 12-10 Woke up sounding like a squeak toy, creeping gunge in the throat and lungs. Hack-hack-hack-hack as though a horse has taken residence in there and won’t come out. JOY. Top that off, I coughed all night, didn’t sleep, got out of bed around 04:30 to at least let Adam sleep hack free for a few hours. Made chamomile tea with honey. Ate teaspoons of honey. Throat felt better, went to bed for about four hours. Got up, couldn’t talk, laid back down ‘til 4 pm. Got up, *ugh*, drank more tea, then managed to get out long enough to attend Christmas Court and come home and crash again. Yippee! My week in a nutshell.

MONDAY! That would be today. Feeling like the creeping gunge attack is trying to go away. I am not sure how many more Halls I can stand in my mouth. Such is the life of a poor health insurance-less schlep. Now I can go back to making some cash to pay the bills. Still waiting on friggen Purdue and anything else to come up and give me a break. Here’s to 2007 being a luckier year!

Tammolly ~Feeling a little better this week

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin...